Edited version
Jungkook's pov:
I came to look he is limping and setting table I slowly went to him I had no idea why I felt guilty when I did nothing wrong I mean he slipped and it was mistake.He stood aside "how are you?" I asked him. I had no idea how to talk to him I never talked to him. "Absolutely fine Mr Jungkook" it sound strange I looked at him for first time, he usually called me husband or kook even though I told him I don't like it. His grey eyes looked deep pitfalls hollow and devoid of emotions. I can't see any shine in those orbs this is new thing. He looked at me directly he didn't averted his gaze we had staring competition. When someone entered in house I can smell her it is my fiance "Belle"..
She came in her favorite heels she sat in my lap as usual "eomma! what happened to your maid honey?" She asked with gasp my poor girl she so concerned about him. "I am fine ma'am" he told her.
"Okay can you please bring me glass of water, I am thirsty" she asked I looked at her. Taehyung was about to fetch "here I didn't drink it take it" I told her while Taehyung has already started serving for her he made appetizing plate for her with his right hand as his left hand was in cast. He tried to hide his pain at every move but I can see everything throw his sheer gallantry.
Belle was already eating but I lost my appetite did I do something wrong? When front bell rang and Mr Kim entered I opened for him "where is he? I can't find him anywhere?" He asked me.
I can see this man who always took his son as burden and tolerated him has lost his senses and had eye bags in just a month.
"Honey who's there?" Belle chimed behind us. Mr Kim's expression turned more sour. "Oh Tae, servant Tae! can you please make another plate we have guest" Belle ordered Taehyung.
Third person pov:
Mr Kim marched inside after hearing his name tae came limping he held plate and was putting food in it, he placed it "welcome Mr Kim, please enjoy" he told indifferently to him."I am sorry I can't bow" he was leaving when Mr Kim threw plate with food on floor. He was furious Jungkook never saw him like this. Belle flinched "what the heck, Mr Kim did you forget your status?" She hissed.
He ignored her, he was boring his glare at Taehyung who slowly walked with broom and with much pain he kneeled on floor to clean the mess. Jungkook was also shocked he was about to stop him when Mr Kim snatched broom from his hand and threw away.
"What are you doing?" He asked him authoritively Taehyung remained unmoved he started collecting broken pieces of stone plater "didn't you hear anything? Why? Why you didn't tell anything? Why you didn't come home?" He jolted him. Taehyung winced in pain.
"Enough Mr Kim stop can't you see. He is in pain?" Mr Kim looked shocked he loosened his grip he hugged him but Taehyung felt nothing. He remained quiet like broken doll.
"What is happening, darling what is going on?" Belle asked Jungkook. "Babe we will talk later why don't you go and rest in our bedroom?" Jungkook suggested. Belle made disgusting face looking at father and son "mmm no I can't stay under same roof with these kind of people I'll take my leave handle your matters" with that she left. Jungkook was thankful she didn't ask much.
Mr Kim looked at his son he looked weak he could feel his bones, he looked pale like he has no blood, he face has multiple cuts and bruises, his left arm was in cast, his right arm has bandages and like his while body. His eyes never looked so empty "let's go home" he told him taking his wrist.
Taehyung looked at hand the hand he longed to take, the warmth he wanted to feel but today it meant nothing "I am better here Mr Kim I'll visit you on my designated days" he told him like robot. Mr Kim looked at him in surprise "I am not asking, let's go home".

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Ignored (Under Editing)
Fanfictionstory of boy who had to survive his father's ignorance, his husband Jungkook loved someone else Infront of him. being ignored his life from his father and husband Taehyung accepted everything, tried his best to gain some love , little attention. doe...